Failure in technology and usage leads to many avoidable deaths

…FDNY Deputy Chief Charles Blaich last January conceded at a public fire-safety seminar that commanders had “lost control” of the rescue process at the World Trade Center. And in an interview with Salon, Blaich said the critical presentation has cost him a promotion.

…”The press is not doing enough to ask tough questions,” complains Sally Regenhard, whose son Christian, a rookie New York firefighter, died in the terror attack on the World Trade Center. “I’m very dissatisfied with the press — I expected so much more. Where’s ’20/20,’ or ’48 Hours,’ or ‘Frontline’ on this story? Even the New York Times, which is running all this stuff, seems to be trying not to step on toes. I wish they would step on toes. Toes are crying out to be stepped on. But there’s this aura around the Fire Department and everybody’s untouchable.”

…The findings are stunning: FDNY chiefs were working with defective radios and often could not communicate their orders to evacuate. The same radio system had failed eight years earlier, during the 1993 terrorist attack on the World Trade Center. Caught up in the confusion and urgency of the moment, hundreds of on- and off-duty firefighters streamed into the towers without checking in with superiors, making it virtually impossible to keep track of their locations.

And through it all, the Fire Department was not communicating with the Police Department — apparently, the fruit of an age-old turf battle. After the south tower had collapsed, NYPD officers in helicopters were relaying at 10:07 a.m. that the north tower looked like it too, was about to fall. Twenty-one minutes later it did, killing at least 120 firefighters, many of whom had no idea the south tower had fallen or that the north tower’s demise was inevitable.

“I can remember talking with a high-ranking fire officer from the West Coast, who’d been to New York, and his comment to me was, ‘The truth will probably never be known because [the rescue effort] was a such a fiasco,'” says Janet Wilmoth, editor of Fire Chief magazine.

…”Three-hundred and forty-three firefighters die” he fumes, “and nobody fucking says anything?” In several of his columns, Breslin has blamed Giuliani for not getting the Fire Department radios that worked and for not fixing the endemic communication problem between the police and fire departments.

He also blames a new generation of journalists for coverage that fails to provoke passion. “The big thing in the press is total absence of anger. They’re the best-educated people we’ve ever had but there’s nothing inside them to get mad. They’re sheep,” he said in an interview.

Read the rest in Salon. Where is the press? As the Salon story says… plenty of tears and few tough questions.

Kinda like the NEA’s lesson plans. Not one history lesson plan. Not even for High School. Why is that? Forget the fact that it’s a politically correct set of lesson plans. Just concentrate on one simple question – where is it’s history component? At least there are teachers that want to do their jobs and teach.

2 days, 7 hours

Here I am blogging at 6:30AM. Doin AOK. Rough night sleeping, but that’s to be expected. I had a few unexpected nic fits last night, but I kept from the basement, continued to read Red Storm Rising, and did some web surfing. Our basement is finished and early on we designated it our play room. Our real living room is down there. No smoking up stairs. Which is paying off right now.

I’ve e-mailed Anthony at Origivation magazine to see if there is any way I can help. Two ways of getting more revenue. Bring more money in or spend less money. I can probably help in the web tech area somehow. After all, if he’s spending even just his time updating the site – it’s time wasted.

Wouldn’t a weblog where bands entered their own info and he just editted it be a bit more efficient? Or he picked an editor volunteer he trusted?

Also, the band listings and message boards detract and compete with those over at PhillyMusic. I’ve spoken to Tim who runs PhillyMusic in the past. He’s a great dude. I wonder if I can get these two together? I wonder if he knows about the situation at Origivation? I mean – there is nothing at PhillyMusic that would make you think so. I’m gonna e-mail Tim today.

And *then* there is Groovelingo. Another great Philly music site. Actually an online radio station via MP3.com! There is linkage between PhillyMusic and GrooveLingo, but maye there could be a whole lot more.

After all … Philly is a small town. It’s not as big as people think. The three of them actually pull users from each other, and cut down the time spent at any one site. With their collective talents, I know the results would be kick ass.

Springsteen, Bon Jovi sue Pa. bar

The lawsuit, filed Friday by the ASCAP on behalf of Springsteen, Bon Jovi and Universal-Polygram International Publishing Inc., says RPM’s in Bridgeville is not allowed to play music by ASCAP members without paying an annual $2,818 fee.

Read the rest at Salon.

Hmmm, now I understand better one of the services ASCAP provides to members.

A while back I quit, now I’m quit again

Just about two or three months ago, I went two weeks without a smoke. I went to a bar, and almost ended up in a fight with an Airforce pilot who was disrespecting my sister in law who told him to scram. He started to put her down. Which pissed me off. The bartender threw him out. Lucky for me. I woulda got my ass kicked.

Anyway, it’s 8:26 and I know I’ve beaten it today. And I look forward to beating it tomorrow.

Anyone who says this is easy is out of their skulls.

The Hip-Hop Generation Grabs a Guitar

It’s near midnight at Joe’s Pub in the East Village and the movement is in full effect. A roomful of twentyish and thirtyish black folk for whom hip-hop has been like a religion most of their lives are cheering as Mos Def, an esteemed rapper, roars through a set of hard rock songs, singing over the crunch of heavy guitars. He launches into a song called “Ghetto Rock.” The chorus goes: “Yes, we are so ghetto! Yes, we are rock ‘n’ roll!” The song ends, and Mos says, “Y’all want some more rock ‘n’ roll?” The crowd screams for more. He tells them: “It’s a whole movement, like Fela with Afrobeat. They laughed at the Wright Brothers. Noah, too.”

There is indeed a movement under way. Rock has long been one of the sounds hip-hop used in its pastiche, but aside from groups like Outkast and GooDie Mob, who drench themselves in funked-out rock, it has consisted of a sampled riff here and there. Now the hip-hop generation is grabbing guitars and making rock ‘n’ roll.

…Corey Glover, the lead singer of Living Colour, added to the thought: “There are some things you’re not allowed to express as a black person. You got to be in your b-boy stance. You’ve got to wear the uniform. If you’re out of the uniform, something’s wrong with you. My whole life it’s been like, `He’s cool, he speaks the language, but something’s wrong with that boy.’ But the freak contingent in the house is bigger than you think it is.”

Living Colour needed not simply to move the crowd, but also to get the crowd to accept the band’s validity, and that demanded changing the perception of blackness for countless listeners, a burden that neither U2 nor Jay-Z ever had to shoulder.

The persistent message of hip-hop and R & B is that working-class life is the most relevant of black American experiences: “keep it real” is often code for validating one set of mores to the exclusion of all others. Expanding the nature of music means expanding the definition of what it means to be black in America. The new black rock movement has talent, ambition, guitars and minds it has to change.

Read the rest in the NYTimes.

Let me just say… finally!. I can’t wait to hear some of these bands.

Finding Faith

Disturbed vocalist David Draiman looks like the prototypical guy your parents told you to stay away from. With piercings, tattoos, and a rock star attitude, he appears to have more in common with James Dean than Joseph Telushkin. Few even know about his humble upbringing in Chicago in an Orthodox Jewish home.
“I still walk into a store… Like a Wal-Mart just the other day: I’m in an aisle looking at something, and there’s a mother and her child, and she takes one look at me, grabs her child’s hand and she walks out of the way because she doesn’t want the child to see me.” He sounds genuinely hurt, and although he has some pretty large spikes sticking through his chin, Draiman looks momentarily like the last kid on the playground chosen for the kickball team.

Read the rest in this JewsWeek article. via Holy Weblog!.

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